I drove home, pondering the events of the morning, wondering if I should tell my lover, Andrew, what had happened.
Every morning, I woke early, donning my bathing suit and a long denim dress, heading to the gym for an invigorating workout. My reward is a long soak in the hot tub and then sitting in the steam room, feeling my pores refine as I just relax. When I leave the hot tub, I generally remove my suit and wrap in a towel for the steam room. After my steam, I just pull my dress on over my nude body and head home. I like the feeling of walking nearly naked through the gym and into the parking lot. Sometimes, I even go shopping, constantly aware of my lack of underclothing as I mix with the townspeople.
Andrew was home the other day when I came back. As I removed my dress, his eyes widened at the sight of me, totally naked. He followed me into the shower, lathering my skin, then making rough love to me against the wall. He kept saying he was very excited by the thought of me being out in public like this. I loved it!
Today began like any other. I was dressed and gone while he was still in bed, hoping to get my exercise in early, because I had a busy day planned. I swam, did exercises and joined the aerobic ladies for about thirty minutes. Then, climbing from the pool, I shiveringly raced to the hot tub, quickly lowering myself into the heated, bubbly water. As the water jets hit my body, I felt myself begin to tingle, thinking of Andy's mouth or hands touching me there. It was a quiet time at the gym, no one entered the dressing room while I soaked. Then, as was my habit, I dropped my suit and wrapped in a fluffy pink towel. I went into the steam room, pulling the lever to release more heat into the room. Sitting on the warm concrete bench, relaxing in the quiet room, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the hot wall. Then the door opened. A tall, shapely woman walked in, someone I had never seen before. She was wrapped in a pink towel also but, because of her height, it barely covered her.
Out of the entire empty room, she chose to sit near me. One level down, with her shoulder brushing my thigh, she settled in to "get steamed". Her towel pulled lower, nearly exposing her full breasts. I couldn't stop looking at her, wondering what Andy would think of this development. He had, like most men, told me his fantasy about a third lover in our bed. He loved the idea of another woman, making love to me and then to him. I had promised him I would think about it, but had never been able to make a commitment to it. Now, I had this woman, who seemed to be about to expose herself to me.
I couldn't help looking, watching, as the sweat beads gathered on her full orbs, as they trickled down under the towel. She remained immobile, sitting beside me, her eyes closed. Slowly, she lifted her right arm and draped it over my bare knee, just resting against me. She leaned back against the bench, resting her head on the same level I was sitting. Her eyes were closed, she licked her lips sensuously. Her legs fell open. The towel, which was adequate for me, seemed to have shrunken about 3 sizes on her. It went from just her nipples to barely cover her hips. I could see her dark brown bush peering out from the edge of the pinkness. Her right hand still rested on my knee, but her left hand was sliding slowly up her own damp thigh. From my position, I could see her hand disappear under the towel edge. I could also hear her very deep sigh.
